Soccer injury Essay Example | Topics and Well Written Essays - 1750 words

Soccer injury - Essay Example I was lost into recapitulating the painful moments when I had gained the injury when suddenly I heard the phone ring again, â€Å"trrrrang . trrrrrang†. With my left hand, I picked the phone up. The screen showed Martha, the maid. â€Å"Yes, it should have been her. What did mama pay her for if she did not do the service now? O yes, may be I can avail this opportunity to ask Martha if mama and papa have been told about the incident,† I thought. The air was wet. The fog had clouded the air. The sky was white. I could not see across two feet of the radius of the circle of which, I made the center. I could not feel my nose. It was chilled and red just like the pores of my fingers. My hands had gone numb. I extended my hand towards the tip of my nose to touch it. At one point, my hand would not go further. But it had still not reached its destination. My nose kept waiting for the finger tip to approach it, but it never did. I had no mirror around me to see what had happened . â€Å"Find it, find it†, I ordered my finger tip. The tip was trying its best to obey me, but it finally gave away after trying for long. I had dropped my arm. I again extended the tip of my finger towards the tip of my nose. ... In a matter of five minutes, I was standing in front of my dressing table in my room. â€Å"Ahhhhhh †¦ hahaha†, I screamed with joy and excitement. Both my nose and finger were perfectly fine, and my finger was resting over my nose. Soon, I began to feel the two as well. The warmth of my room had reactivated the sensory cells in both the organs. The redness faded and the sensation enhanced. The unbearable cold outside had made me so numb that I could neither feel my nose nor my finger tip when the latter pressed against the former while I was out. â€Å"It must be freezing cold today,† I realized. I walked past the kitchen and appeared into the gallery to read the temperature that my thermometer hung in the open displayed. It was -4 degree centigrade. Now I exactly knew why my finger was not approaching my nose tip. â€Å"It is going to be an extremely tough match today,† I thought. The match was due by 10 am. And the clock showed half past 7. There were two hours for the match to approach. I was all set to show how talented I was in the match. I had been a loser for long. My team had lost three matches in a row because of my poor performance. Everybody said that I did not practice sufficiently, and so did I feel about myself. Last time, though I had not displayed extremely nice performance, yet it had been way better than what it had been in the first too matches, and it was too much practice that had improved my performance, yet the practice was not enough to make me win the match. Since the time I had lost the third match, I had practiced just too much. I imparted major part of my daily routine to practice. I really felt that I had matured as a